A-LONE-DAWN-WOODLAND-WALK
Fauns ride upon a deer's fawn,
Faunus frolicks in the dawn,
in my mind these I have seen.
Plastic garden gnomes on your lawn,
bedroom window curtains drawn,
you, girl, are yet in the land of dream;
and I in a world of my own 'twould seem.
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